Fake Heiress Real Trouble (Sienna) novel Chapter 139

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“Mr. Fairbank, aren’t you usually the ones calling the shots?” Alvin smirked, raising an eyebrow with confidence. “So, who’s bold enough to take the lead and sign this contract?”

The contract made everything crystal clear–compensation: 30 million dollars. Repayment deadline: indefinite. Interest rate: the highest the Golden Throne Club could charge.

“Mr. Fuller… y–you… this can’t be happening…” Melvin’s hands trembled so violently that he could hardly speak.

“Not interested in signing?” Alvin cocked an eyebrow, his grin dripping with mockery. “No problem at all. The Fairbank house and the company are worth a fortune anyway.”

He curled his lips in icy contempt as he looked over the Fairbanks. “Mr. and Mrs. Fairbank certainly know how to keep their family growing. Well, let’s send all of you to slave away at the Blackstone Mine in Blackwood. You can spend the rest of your lives paying off your debt. That should do the trick.”

Melvin shivered. ‘The Blackstone Mine in Blackwood?‘

Everyone knew that place–the Fuller family’s notorious slave pit. Anyone sent there rarely came out alive, and those who did were unrecognizable from who they once were. Having lived in comfort all their lives, they were far too soft to withstand such torment. Once the house and business fell into Alvin’s hands, there would be no chance of recovery.

Alvin looked utterly bored, letting out a lazy yawn before looping his arm around his buddy. “Alright, decision made. Get someone to seize the Fairbanks‘ belongings, then drive them out to Blackstone Mine. As for us, let’s get back to our drinks. No point letting a bunch of trash ruin our fun.” With that, they turned to head out.

“I… I’ll sign it!” Melvin’s face turned ghostly pale, and the words were like bitter pills forced out between his teeth.

“Dad!” Xavier shouted, panic coloring his voice.

If the Fairbank family signed that contract, they would be binding themselves to Alvin forever. It would be like handing over their entire lives to him, with no way out.

They’d never escape it–not in this lifetime, or the next.

Just 30 million dollars… When the Fairbank family was at its peak, they could have gathered that sum with a bit of determination.

But now, even 30 million dollars was enough to put the Fairbank family’s entire future at risk. Had they known it would end up like this, they would have been better off accepting the Grant family’s 15 million dollar

offer.

“If I don’t sign, am I really just going to stand here and watch the Fairbank family be wiped out?” Melvin’s hand trembled, his eyes burning with shame and despair. “As long as the Fairbanks are still standing, we still have the smallest chance to claw our way back!”

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If Alvin actually dismantled the Fairbank Group and trapped their entire family in the Blackstone Mine, that would be the end of the Fairbank family–no chance of escape, not now, not ever. At least for now, there was still a slim chance left.

Facing these younger generation elites, Melvin was utterly powerless–left with no options. In the end, he had no choice but to accept the contract.

Alvin watched with a cocky grin as Melvin signed. “Mr. Fairbank, I’ll give you credit–you are smart. Rest assured, now that you’ve signed, I’ll make sure you all stay alive nice and proper.” He stretched each word out, slow and deliberate, rubbing the threat in like salt on a wound.

The blatant mockery made Melvin’s eyes burn with shame and anger. Then, Alvin lifted the contract and tapped it lightly, almost playfully, against Melvin’s cheek–a gesture so humiliating it felt like a sharp sting. “I’ll be watching every single one of you. From now on, every Fairbank–even those yet to be born–will have to work themselves to the bone to make money for me.”

Alvin smirked, clearly proud of himself. He slipped the contract away and stood tall. “Alright, let’s get out of here! Sienna may be missing out, but we’ll celebrate her fresh start for her!” The whole crew swaggered out, making a grand exit.

All that remained was another copy of the 30–million–dollar debt contract, cruelly slapped across Melvin’s face. He watched their backs as the entire crew swaggered away. The world spun and tilted–he felt completely humiliated and defeated.

His vision went dark. He collapsed, rigid as a board, falling straight backward. He barely registered a few desperate voices calling his name before everything faded–he lost consciousness.

Melvin had no idea how much time had passed. He came to with a pounding skull, the headache so intense it felt like his head might split open. When he finally opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the all–too- familiar ceiling staring back at him. He was lying sprawled out in his own bed, right there in his bedroom.

His throat felt scorched–dry, raw, and so painful it was nearly unbearable. “I need water…” Melvin rasped, his voice nothing more than a hoarse whisper barely escaping into the air. He was so exhausted he couldn’t even hear his own voice–it was as if he was fading away bit by bit.

The room was empty, filled only with echoes of loneliness. No one responded–there wasn’t even a sign that anyone was nearby. He had been unconscious the entire time and was only now waking up. There wasn’t a single person here to care for him, even at this moment.

That sting of neglect gnawed at Melvin. His chest rose and fell with rage; his throat burned, scratchy and raw, making every breath trigger uncontrollable coughing. Each cough cut through his throat like a razor–sharp, slicing, and relentless.

With sheer determination, Melvin dragged himself up, trembling as he forced his aching body to move. He shakily rose from bed, each movement causing his body to protest in pain.

A sudden dizziness swept through him, leaving his vision unsteady. When his hand brushed against his forehead, the heat beneath his palm told him what he already suspected–he was burning up.

Melvin’s anger boiled over in an instant, so strong he couldn’t stop coughing—each gasp stung worse, his fury mixing with physical pain.

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His entire body felt like it was burning; the fever seemed to be scorching him from the inside out. ‘Seriously? They didn’t even bother to take me to a hospital?‘ Melvin thought, a mix of disbelief and bitterness churning in his chest.

No one around to take care of me–that’s one thing, but not even a single glass of water?‘ The neglect was downright insulting. The angrier he became, the more his throat burned–it felt like blades were slicing through it every time he tried to breathe.

Melvin’s legs trembled as he clung to the wall, nearly stumbling with each unsteady step until he finally shuffled into the living room. His hands shook as he poured himself a glass of cold water. The icy liquid slid down his throat, offering a brief, welcome relief from the burning pain.

Just then, the silence was broken. Voices could be heard on the terrace, just beyond the living room- someone was talking.

“Xavier, Lauren… Maybe I should never have come back home at all. Is Sienna acting this way because she feels I took Mom and Dad away from her? Or does she think I took both of you away, too?”

Jessica sobbed, her voice trembling with heartbreak. “Seeing her acting this way and how she treated Mom and Dad—it’s so painful. I just feel completely worthless.

“This is all my fault. I’ve ruined everything for the Fairbank family. Maybe I should just leave. If I do, perhaps Sienna will calm down, forgive everyone, and even want to come back to us.”

“Jessica, what kind of nonsense is that?” Lauren cut her off instantly. “You’re just too soft–hearted–always blaming yourself for everything.

“How can this be on you? It’s all Sienna’s fault! She’s ungrateful, never knew her place, and as heartless as they come. That girl is pure bad luck–letting her back only drag us down. She was a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode.”

Whenever Lauren thought about Sienna–the very girl he had always looked down on–actually leading the show, with all those younger generation elites respecting her, he felt a surge of unbearable bitterness.

Especially after seeing Sienna manipulate them, essentially forcing the Fairbank family to sign away their lives with that humiliating contract. It was nothing less than selling themselves out, shackled to her forever. It was as if she had trampled on the Fairbank family’s pride and ground it into the dirt.

What Lauren hated most was admitting he had totally misjudged. He clenched his fists so hard his knuckles turned pale, teeth gritted as he spat out, “She can’t even hold a candle to you!”

Deep down, Jessica was actually feeling pretty pleased with what Lauren had said, but she kept up her dramatic sobbing, still playing the poor victim.

For some reason, Xavier just couldn’t stand listening to Jessica’s whining any longer–it was really starting to get on his nerves.

When Jessica had just returned to the Fairbank family, Xavier genuinely enjoyed having such an adorable and charming sister around. Xavier had often thought with pride that, even after all those years away, she remained as bright and charming as ever–a trait that clearly ran in their family.

Whenever Jessica acted cute and clingy or came to him in tears, it had always stirred a deep sense of

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satisfaction in Xavier–the quiet pride of an older brother whose little sister relied on him for everything.

But now, the Fairbanks were already deep in crisis, barely managing to stay afloat. At this point, the priority was finding a way out of the mess–sitting around crying wouldn’t help anyone.

If it had been Sienna… Xavier couldn’t help but wonder.

When Sienna was still part of the Fairbank family, she was always quiet and shy, keeping her head down as if she didn’t truly belong. But one thing Xavier never forgot–Sienna never complained or cried in front of him.

“Cut it out, Lauren,” Xavier snapped, finally losing his patience.

He couldn’t help but interrupt, frustration mixing with exhaustion as he cut into Jessica’s tears. “Jessica, seriously. Dwelling on this won’t change anything, and even if you leave, Sienna’s never coming back to the Fairbank family.

“Don’t go saying stuff like that anymore. If Mom and Dad hear it, it’ll only make them feel even worse.”

Jessica’s tearful pout froze instantly, her sobs cut off in an instant. Her wide, tear–filled eyes stared at Xavier in shock. ‘Wait, does Xavier really think… I’m not even better than Sienna?‘ she thought.

“Yeah, right, Jessica, don’t cry. You’re making all your brothers feel awful,” Lauren teased, showing off as he pulled a delicate jewelry box from his pocket and handed it to her with a flourish. “Come on, take a look–see what I brought to surprise you?”

Jessica took the box and flipped it open—inside lay a stunning luxury necklace that caught the light, sparkling like a treasure. Her eyes instantly lit up, and a huge grin replaced her tears as she threw her arms around Lauren’s neck. “This is the one I’ve always wanted! Lauren, you really bought it for me? You’re the best!”

Lauren was caught off guard by her hug, but the knot in his chest finally started to loosen. ‘That’s what a real sister should be like–cute, sweet, and always so lovable,‘ Lauren thought, feeling a surge of pride.

‘Not like Sienna. Now she was just a total pain. Every time she saw me, she’d shoot me a look like I wasn’t even worth her time. Like I’d actually want her as my sister? Give me a break, Lauren thought, rolling his eyes.

Lauren ruffled Jessica’s hair, his voice dripping with pride. “Your favorite necklace? Of course, I had to get it for you. So, for me, no more tears, alright?”

Jessica nearly melted, nuzzling into his arms with syrupy sweetness. “Lauren, you’re amazing! I always knew you’d treat me the best. You’re totally my favorite!”

Standing in the living room, Melvin glared at the trio on the terrace, a deep scowl twisting his face–he struggled to hold back the rising wave of frustration inside him. The fever hammered relentlessly in his skull, making his head throb so intensely it felt like it might explode at any moment.

Watching those three together was like throwing gasoline on a fire–his rage flared even hotter, almost consuming him. ‘Here I am, burning up with a raging fever, and no one cares whether I live or die,‘ he thought.

The Fairbank family was hanging by a thread, buried under 30 million dollars of debt, yet they still found spare cash for luxury jewelry–just to see Jessica beam with delight.

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Melvin, barely keeping himself together through the dizzy haze, marched over and flung open the terrace door, his anger nearly boiling over.

The wooden door crashed against the wall, the deafening noise reverberating through the room.

“Dad…” Xavier called out, his voice full of concern. He immediately stood up and hurried over to Melvin. “Dad, why didn’t you call me when you woke up? How are you feeling now?”

Jessica raised her head, and the moment she saw Melvin’s dark, stormy face, the image of him roughing up Hazel outside the Golden Throne Club flashed through her mind like a haunting memory.

Her face turned pale. She recoiled, almost hiding herself in Lauren’s arms, clearly terrified.

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